I could see headlights and decided that this must be Nigel, arriving at last. I stood out in the road next to my car, realizing I had no idea how Nige... would get out here–I had bought his car. Then it came back to me: he had said, ‘We’ll be there in a couple of hours.’ Who was ‘We’? I suspected he’d probably get a lift from his step-dad and of course I had no idea what Keith drove. Anyway, when the headlights approached I saw that it was a van, not a car. And although it stopped, I had never. He heard a muffled shriek below him as a torrent of hot cum hit the back of Angie's throat. Despite her passion, she instinctively started to draw back, but James was having none of that. He held her head firmly in place, grunting and groaning as he pumped gob after gob of hot, creamy goo into her mouth. His hips jerked and he grunted loudly with each spurt - one ... two ... three ... four ... five ... SIX! Angie could hardly believe it. She felt her mouth filling up, whimpered softly at the. The taste was familiar, much like her own pussy’s taste. Gina forgot about being afraid and started tonguing the cunt in her mouth. The woman ground her pussy on Gina’s lips, moaning loudly. The man was moaning too, as if each was about to explode. Gina felt another orgasm building inside her. This was too incredible to be real. She had a fat cock plunging in and out of her sopping wet pussy, a vibrator buzzing merrily inside her ass, and she was thrusting her tongue into another woman’s pussy.. .. things. Had he stood, staring at her naked body? Had he wanted to touch her? had he touched her? Maybe just a little?She kept thinking about that as she mudded the corners in the room they were working on. He had her do the corners because he said she was better at it than he was. When they were done she asked what was next.“Nothing,” he said. “We’re out of money. I had the sheetrock mud, so we could do that, but paint and the rest of the electrical and plumbing will have to wait.”“That’s.